Except one thing. "I don't know why," she explained, "but I can't get pregnant. We've been to specialists. There's nothing wrong with either of us. It...doesn't make sense. He's a great guy." She frowned, pouting sadly, and sighed. "He is so busy, he works so hard. Four, sometimes even five days a week. His only pleasure is golf. And bridge. He's up at the crack of dawn almost every day and off to the Valley." The Valley Country Club was the most prestigious one around here. "We get together, if. This is going to get some long looks and bulging crotches. Well, at least it's Saturday, and I only have to go to the mall for a second to pick up some clothes for an interview.My hair is finally dry and I haven't messed up my makeup to badly this morning getting ready. I guess I am ready, and you know when I look in the mirror, I have got to think that this is most suggestive I have dressed since my change. I mean with my blond pageboy hairstyle; a face that isn't exactly stunning but not. Unfortunately the pot crumbled before we could fully extractit, it was very fragile. We did get good photographs of it.Anyway enough about the dig, the purpose of this journal is to try tomake some sense of what has been happening to me. After we both recoveredfrom the fever, we were feeling weak. The medics did not seem to have anyidea what the cause was and just told us to rest.We were supposed to be borrowing Jen's dad's boat for a trip aroundBrittany straight after the dig. We are in the. Dupree heard her daughter gasp but chose to ignore it. “After the caning I shall give Sophie a week to decide whether she wishes to continue with our arrangement. Obviously her answer would be no if I asked for a decision at the end of today. I have prepared the spare bedroom, so if you would both like to follow me?" The spare room was looked sparse. All the soft furnishing which had made it homely had been removed; there were no brightly coloured cushions or ornaments. The single bed with a.